3/12/24
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay